Dear Window,

i often wonder how you manage to get so dirty.

i never see you play in the mud – all you do is just sit there… and wait.
i can understand your outsides getting dirty – after all rain isn’t always crystal-clear and there is the one or other nasty bird who doesn’t know how to behave… but get dirty on the insides? it’s a miracle to me.

i will give you and your family a sponge bath today and rub you dry after… but i would ask of you and your relatives to take better care of yourselves – i am short and always have to use my stepladder… it’s really an effort.
come to think of it, maybe you enjoy the sight of that… i will have to reconsider.

think about what i said… please. or at least let me in on your secret.

the one looking out


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